Brotherly Love

M (bounding down the stairs): "Mom!! J was just really nice to me!!!"
Mom: "Oh, yeah?"
M: "Yeah! He let me use his toothbrush since I couldn't find mine! Wasn't that nice?!?"
Mom: (trying not to laugh)
J (acting all big brother-ish): "Yeah, I did. But just cause we couldn't fine his."

(They both notice me trying not to laugh, decide I'm the crazy one, and walk away)

M (walking away, talking to J): "Well, it was nice of you, you know."
J: "Yeah, I know."

A Couple of M-isms

M came up to me on Tuesday with a huge smile.

M: "Mommy, I've been saving something for you!"
Me: "Oh, yeah? What's that?"
M (digging in his pocket): "It's really special!"

He then presented me with a wad of white dog fur. Gotta love him.

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As he was walking through the living room yesterday:

Me: "Hey, M, got any hugs?"
M (with a smile): "Yep!"
[starts coming to me]
M (changes from a smile to an untrusting grin): "But you certainly better not ask if I've got any kisses!"

Faith Like a Child

N was looking for a dark place to shine the View Master projector. It was mid-day and sunny, so I told him to go in the pantry and shut the door.

N: "There's no room."
Mommy: "Yes, there is. It's the only place dark enough."
N: "But there's not enough room for M."
Mommy: "Yes, there is. There's plenty of room."
N: "No, there's no room for me and M."
Mommy: "Yes, there is."

This continued on for at least 5 minutes. Finally, N believed me.

N: "There's enough room in the pantry?"
Mommy: "Yes."
N: "Okay."

Happy that he finally believed me, I turned back to my computer to continue working. I looked up to find him standing in front of the refrigerator, with the door wide open, his projector inside, trying to climb in.

Just a slight misunderstanding.

He was thrilled when I pointed to the walk-in pantry and told him that was the pantry and told him he was actually trying to climb in the fridge.

When telling this story to Cr, he pointed out that N was demonstrating "faith like a child". N must have thought I was crazy, but I'm his Mom and he was willing to trust me fully and try to fit in the fridge. Very sweet, but very humbling as well. Do I trust my Heavenly Father that much? I'd like to think so, but makes me wonder, just the same.

Some Assembly Required

Z (who is supposed to be doing his math): "What if they sold puppies in boxes at the store, and didn't give you a receipt, and when you got home you opened the box and there was only a part of a puppy with a note that said 'other parts sold separately?'"

Reign of Terror

M & N have been slowly slipping into habits of disobedience because I've been ignoring small infringments and not dealing with things as I should. They are under a "Reign of Terror" this week. This basically means that all disobedience is dealt with immediately--no matter how small. We've had to do this periodically with all the boys, and the scary sounding name is from when L was little and we had to crack down on him, but I cannot remember exactly why we call it that. Regardless, the over-the-top name serves as a good reminder to both the boys and myself that we can't be lazy and that we have to do what is right.

M came up to me this morning and said:

"Mommy, I've been working really hard this week to keep that disobedience away from me."

And you know what? He has. He's trying hard to obey and have self-control (and for anyone who knows M knows how hard this is). This week has been much more peaceful and enjoyable for all of us. It's funny how doing the hard things makes life so much easier.

Click, Clack, Moo

J: "I've been thinking about a cow that types."
Cr: "What does he do?"
J: "Well, he works at [company Cr used to work for] in the department where they type letters to their Grandmothers."
Cr: "Really?"
J: "Yes, he was supposed to be in cow security, because he has horns, but since he can type they moved him and now he has to type emails to his Grandmas all day."

(As far as I know, he's never read or seen Click, Clack, Moo. Why he was daydreaming about typing cows will remain a mystery)

Temptation

I was making lunch for the boys, and they talked me into giving them a homemade granola bar (normally reserved for breakfast) with their lunch.

Mommy: "Okay...who all wants a granola bar?"
L, Z, M, N: "Me!!!"
J: "Not me."
Mommy: "Are you sure, J? I don't mind."
J: "Yes, I had two earlier for breakfast."
Mommy: "So did everyone else."
J: "Okay.....you temptate-ed me, Mom."

Noise Maker

I handed M a new shirt this morning.

M: "Mom. Mom. Mom. Hey, Mom. What's this say?"
Me: "Noise Maker."
M (laughing) : "Hey, that's me! I'm a noise maker."
Me: "Yep."
M: "I like to talk. I talk a lot. I was born to talk. I was born talking."
Me: "Yep."
M (running off) : "Hey! N! Come here! Look at my shirt! It says 'Noise Maker'. I was born to talk. I like to talk. I talk a lot....(and on, and on...)"

I think the shirt fits him.

Rock A Bye Baby

N (rocking a stuffed animals): "Rock a bye baby..."
Z: "Are you rocking the animals?"
N (smiles): "And I have pretend coffee makers."
Z: "Are you sure you need coffee, N?"
N: "Yes, I need it to keep me awake."

I guess he has been paying attention.

Re-Starting

This is an attempt at resurrecting this blog. I just spent a few minutes looking for an old post, and remembered that I started blogging because my memory is faulty, and all those fun & cute things I want to remember will be forgotten.

So, to get this up to speed:

N is potty trained.

J has lost his 2 bottom teeth. He never had a toothless smile, though, because his adult teeth had in fully for a few months before his baby teeth fell out. He really liked his "shark teeth".

Oh, I cut all of N's curls off. They're on day 4 of growing back out.

Hmmm...that's all I can think of right now, but I have to start somewhere. I'm going to attempt to post once a week, but hope to post more often. I'll also update the sidebar to show current information.